The Bitter Queen

She smiles,
her cheeks are like rose petals,
on a storm cloud.
She's got such pretty eyes.
Candy eyes.
Sugared chocolate,
on frosting skin.
Such silky hair,
like the Autumn wind,
through piles of whispering leaves.
And I,
standing so jealous,
with my cardboard hair,
my concrete eyes.
Her: so petite,
me: bloated and obscene.
It should be a sin,
to be so beautiful.
To be so beautifully loved,
it should be a sin.
And she is so candy sweet,
that even I,
The Bitter Queen,
cannot keep myself from loving her,
just like everyone else.
It should be a sin,
her and her bubblegum lips.